"Then what's the problem with that soul ring?" Tang Tang smiled dangerously.
"Um, well... the life span of the soul ring exceeds... about five hundred years." Tang San said.
He already knows that he is wrong, please don't bring it up from time to time and say it's okay...
Tang Tang accepted it as soon as he was satisfied: "Although I'm not sure what's the problem with exceeding the age limit, I guess, I guess, your soul ring has excess energy, and the martial soul can't absorb it, so it's absorbed by the body, and then mutates
Already."
Although she didn't know much about the ins and outs of soul rings, and she didn't understand why there was a year limit for soul masters to absorb soul rings, she felt that the law of conservation of energy in the memory movie could be perfectly explained here!
"Just like an ordinary person can maintain energy for a day by only eating one person's meal a day, but this person suddenly eats two or even three or five people a day, those extra nutrients will act on the body and grow longer.
fat!"
"Just like too much fat puts a burden on the body, too much energy also puts a burden on the martial soul. Spider legs become redundant organs like accumulated fat."
Tang San suddenly realized, and was easily convinced by Tang Tang's fallacy: "No wonder it's easy to release the spider legs, but taking them back consumes one-third of my soul power, because it's easy to grow fat and hard to disappear!"
Tang Tang's fat meat analogy is very simple and weird, but it perfectly explains the reason for the appearance of spider legs.
"There's another thing." Tang Tang nodded, then said aggrievedly, "Are these spider legs a little out of your control? Brother, look at them, they still want to prick me."
Tang San tried his best to control his mind and retracted and folded the spider's legs, but even after they were withdrawn around his body, the tips of the limbs were still pointed at Tangtang relentlessly, quite like I'll stab you if you dare to come.
"I can't control it..." Tang San said a little frustrated.
Tang Tang understood and said jokingly: "If it weren't for these spider legs growing on your back, I would have thought they were not your "organs"."
He does not mean that.
Ever since these spider legs appeared, Tang San had never subconsciously regarded them as a part of his body. Even controlling their movements was very difficult. Every tiny movement required a lot of soul power, as if he was using brute force to move them.
Generally, he always feels alienated from the newly appeared "organ" and cannot move his fingers like an arm.
Now it seems that Tang Tang's seemingly joking but horrifying words may be true. This "organ" really is not his!
So who is controlling it?
The figure of the dead Man-Faced Demon Spider flashed across Tang San's gloomy heart.
Could it be it?
With all kinds of thoughts swirling in his heart, Tang San still had a normal look on his face, and even had the intention to joke: "If someone really helps me control the spider legs, then wouldn't I be acting on a double front?"
"We will train the control of this spider leg carefully later. Brother, please take it back now." When Tang San was in trouble, Tang Tang did his part to shoulder the command banner.
"Brother, if you can't help but want to let it out for air, you can. However, there are two requirements." Tang Tang playfully gestured with his fingers.
"First, find a place where no one is around."
"Second, take off your clothes!!!"
…
…
On the other side, the principal's office.
"Xiao Gang, how are you thinking about it?"
"Are you saying you want me to join Shrek Academy?" The master stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking out the window indifferently.
"Yeah. But I know that with your donkey temper, it's basically impossible to keep you." Flanders laughed at himself, "But I still have to say it. No matter where you want to go, you will always be by my side."
There is a place for you. You are our "core"."
Yu Xiaogang was silent for a long time and said softly: "I promise you!"
"However, there are a few conditions."
"I agree!" Flanders said without hesitation.
The master was a little helpless: "You agreed before you even heard what my conditions were?"
Flanders laughed so hard, "Both of your disciples are in my academy, how can you harm them?! Tell me, what are the conditions?"
"I want you to support me unconditionally in training students!"
"Okay!" Flanders agreed. As the dean, it is his duty to train students. "I will play with you! Let's see what kind of little monsters we can cultivate!"
"Well, first take out all the medicinal herbs you have collected." With a slight smile in his eyes, the master glanced at the petrified iron rooster, turned around and walked out of the principal's office, hiding his merit and fame.
…
…
The three-day holiday passed quickly. On the first day of resumption of classes, eight people came to the playground early to wait.
Not long after, the teacher walked slowly over, it was Yu Xiaogang.
Seeing him, Tang San, Tang Tang and Xiao Wu all opened their eyes in surprise, with joy on their faces. Tang Tang couldn't help shouting.
"teacher!"
Tang Tang: Great, the teacher is here. Maybe my brother’s beast transformation can be saved!
Others: Is this Tang Tang’s teacher?
During class time, the master had no intention of reminiscing with the two disciples. Instead, he stood opposite the eight of them with a serious look on his face, "Hello, fellow students, I am Tang San's teacher and the new teacher of Shrek Academy. Your courses will be taught by me.
take full charge of."
After looking around at the eight people calmly, the master said: "From today on, all Shrek students will begin targeted training!"
"Before class, let's play a little game."
As he spoke, the master's hand behind his back was exposed, and he was holding a crisp porcelain bowl in his hand to signal to a few people.
"Who can break this bowl?"
Tang Tang was slightly stunned, and soon understood the master's intention, but there were still people present who did not understand the master.
Ma Hongjun wondered: "Isn't this simple?" He could think of countless ways to make this bowl die in seconds!
"I mean, without any soul skills, soul bone abilities, body, or props coming into contact, break it into pieces!" The master said expressionlessly, "Little fat student, do you want to give it a try? If you do it, I'll treat you to it.
Feast."
“Just try it!”
Ma Hongjun looked at the porcelain bowl placed on the wooden pier with a serious look on his face. He stretched out his hands to exert force, "Hey--ah!"
The porcelain bowl didn't move at all.
Several people behind him were talking a lot.
"This requirement is too harsh."
"Yes, the only method that can be used under this kind of request is probably..."
"Soul power attack!"
Ma Hongjun's eyes moved quietly.
"Drink!" He shouted loudly, and the fiery soul power came out from his body.
As if there was an invisible force vibrating the porcelain bowl, the porcelain bowl fell from the wooden pier and disappeared from Ma Hongjun's sight.
Ma Hongjun proudly called it a day, "Humph, this is not easy."
The master commented: "It was well done. However, the bowl was not broken and there was no big meal."
